August went through the swing doors
into the big office complex and straight up to his department. He sat down,
looked through his emails, dealt with the urgent ones, and then texted Millie.
‘Early
coffee? Meet you in the kitchen?’
August held onto his phone as he
looked through the presentation for the new advertising campaign he was
handling. When it vibrated, he looked at the screen. Millie would meet him. He
couldn’t stop smiling as he took the stairs two at a time down to the staff
kitchen.
He made two cups of coffee but
waited to find out if she wanted cream and sugar. When she walked in, he
thought his heart was going to stop.
She smiled at him and came close.
“I made you coffee, Millie.”
He took her hand, and then after
looking around, brought it to his lips, and kissed her fingertips.
Millie gasped at the electricity in
his touch.
She moved closer, and August edged
his knee and thigh against her until they were touching down one side. Millie
was facing the doorway and August was facing her.
“Flowers were delivered only five minutes
ago. I don’t know if it was Peter trying to make up for being a pig last night,
or you, August, being a darling.”
August looked into her eyes with
his deep blue ones.
“Who would you prefer they came
from?”
Millie smiled. “You, August, no one
is around, kiss me, please.”
August kissed her and felt as if he
wouldn’t be able to stop. A door banged closed somewhere down the corridor, and
he stepped back from her. He looked at her face and saw her expression of
longing.
“You use your own name for work, don’t
you, Millie? What’s your married name? Whoever sent the flowers must know it
and I don’t” August asked softly. He was relying on Millie not realizing
there’d been no surname on the gift card. It didn’t work.
“Pederson, my husband is called
Peter Pederson. The card was just addressed to Millie so it could still have
been you, August.” Millie smiled at him and sighed thinking he was so sexy and
so sweet. Why didn’t I notice that in his
interview? Then she recalled the cattle market the recruitment process
finally became. The wearying amount of presentations they saw. Perhaps she
allowed this lovely man to merge in with the others. Perhaps only the notes on
her forms relayed his skills and she’d forgotten his face.
August repeated, “Peter Pederson
mmm?” His voice was low and he said it with a question in his tone.
Millie grinned at that, later when
she knew him better she’d tell him why she stopped using her husband’s surname.
It never occurred to Millie that August’s sharp brain worked it out the second
after she told him her husband’s name.
August stood in front of Millie. He
leaned over to her lips and gently kissed her. He moved his hands along her
hips and down to reach her thighs. He sighed as he moved his hand along. He
caressed her at the junction of her thighs with care and kissed her again, and
then he drew back just as quickly.
Millie gasped with pleasure.
“August, you actually make me feel weak.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013
To celebrate the 24th week of My Sexy Saturday, I will send a kindle copy of 'Millie Reinvented' to the reader who comments on the blog with the correct answer first, to tell me what it is about Millie's husband's name that means she only ever uses her own surname.
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